This is a song about "My moma"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

These my rhymes and my story

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

With such an ugly picture in it and

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

That is my wish, my fantasy.

On they twitter writing novels, see